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Jul 2016
Sip from your glass,
So high and mighty.
I'd like to make you
Swallow your teeth.

The current is calm,
The waves are slowing,
This is a calm before a storm,
A pause before I get going.

And darling, I'm yearning
To watch your soul burning,
As I'm sure it is.
There's fire on the surface
Burning through
Leaving nothing left.

The memories you left me with,
Keep me up at night,
Make me sick,
And I'm so sick of being sick,
This is why I told you not trust me
With a weapon in hand.

And
I'd come after you
If I really cared,
But I'm not that bitter,
Mostly just offended by your
Childish nature.

Leave me out of it,
Out of your life
Away from you.
I'm nothing to you,
As you're nothing to me.

There's blood in your water,
The oldest omen in the book.

Toxic VS. Toxic,
Hey ***, it's kettle.

Blood in your water,
Poisoning your lungs
Your veins
Leaving your black heart
Oozing black lifeless
Emotionless goo,
As you don't have a hope
Nor a heart
Nor a kind little lie,
Left in your dull head.
******' nightmares.
storm siren
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storm siren  26/Neither/Hell or High Water
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